He stared at me while I stood awkwardly. His gaze and threatening aura shamed me.

"Well? Is your dumb ass just gonna stand there?

Shaking, I obeyed him and walked over to the tub. I stopped right in front of the edge, looking at him with helpless eyes.

"...What?" he taunted.

"M-mhhhhhaaii-- mhhh-" it hurt so much to talk. My throat was so burned, I couldn't even form words. I felt so ashamed...

Unable to speak, I lifted my arms, gesturing the shackles which hindered me.

He glided his eyes over them, then back to me, his expression unwavering. Then, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I forgot how difficult new ones are..." he said in an arrogant tone, "Here, I'll help you since you're so incompetent."

He uncrossed his arms and put his hands on my bare, heated shoulder, violently shoving me into the tub. I landed at an unnatural angle, my head banging against the tiled wall. I let out a quiet whimper and closed my eyes.

"Now, can you sit your weak body up like a normal person? Or do I have to help you with that, too?" he mocked.

I weakly shook my head and positioned myself.

He changed his expression to a smile and stroked my hair.

"Good boy~."

I stared blankly at him for a second, trying to figure out how his expression can change so quickly and look so genuine. Then, out of sudden fear, I looked away.

He looked at me with the same expression as I had the moment previous, then flashed that shady smile of his again and stroked my cheek. His cold touch made me shiver.

"Sweet boy, already obeying his master."

"Master."

I hate that.

You are no "master" of mine.

Rot in hell, you sick piece of shit.